Will Death Ever Die?

The death must be a blind man
Walking aimlessly
Perhaps, with measured calculation, along
Visiting homes, hospitals, other places
At random
Waving his magical but powerful club
With measured calculation
Snuffing life from the wealthy and helpless ones
The death must be a very powerful man
More powerful than Mohammed Ali of our generation
And Mill Mascara combined
So powerful he could drag out by easy means
Powerful, almost untouchable people around the world
Even Hitler, Reshe Dayern, Saddam Hussain feared him
He actually floored them
The death too must be a very kind man
Unable to discriminate between the poor and the rich
Between the rulers and the rule
The death must be a disciplined man
Refusing to be intimidated by worldly possessions
And who possess them
Refusing to be bribed by those with means to do so
Those who amass wealth on their track
Death must be a very clever man
Mowing down the most cunning
The most trickish con stars
The death must be a very fast man
Travelling across the world in a jiffy
To strike down whose time is up
They may number in thousands and millions
All at the same time
With accurate precision
The death moves to strike and perish lives
With no permission and no apology
The death must be the busiest man
Working 24 hours
And throughout the ticking of the clock, untired
Not even slumber overtakes him
The death must be a healthy man
Never at any time feels sick or ill
Or sneeze since from the beginning
So, so, so, when will the death die
Or, will he ever die?